A/n: ok so i was really into this and I was reading what I wrote already and I was like stupid...I forgot the house blew up in the third one. I've only seen the 2nd, 3rd and 4th a few times so I may miss some stuff I will try to explain things when I catch stuff I miss. Just be patient with me and remember these are supposed to be fun it's not like I'm writing the next movie.

He went to the fridge and Heather stayed where she was. It had been so long since they'd been alone like this. He shut the fridge door then went to his bar. He grabbed the Jack Daniels and poured a shot handing it to her.

"Drink that...it will help" She took it with a weak smile.

"What about you? You always were a whiskey man" He shook his head.

"I can't after...well after the house blew up a while ago I had some trouble drinking"

That was an understatement after he had blown up his house in an attempt to kill the flying monsters he had become an impossible drunk. Everything was gone the few things he had that reminded him of her gone in a second. After he got sober he spent every penny he had rebuilding the house exactly as it was. The furniture everything was the same.

He had a friend ask him once why he didn't remodel and move on he shook his head. He couldn't do it. As long as there was a chance she'd come back he wanted things to be the same as when she left.

"Wait hold on a minute...you blew up the house?" She asked and he nodded.

"Burt...please don't tell me it was anther one of those homemade bombs"

"No...I did it to stop the monsters"

"Why didn't you let me know?"She asked getting angry.

"Would you have came back if I did?" She took a sip of her whiskey and he knew the answer was no.

"Will we be safe here?" She asked and he didn't say anything.

"Those things...they can't get inside?" She asked again.

"No, At least I don't think so...if they do you don't have to worry I always have a plan"

"It's not that..." She set the glass down and he was tempted to pick it up and finish it like they used to share drinks but he didn't.

"What is it?"

"I trust you...but it's not just me that I have to worry about anymore...I have Gracie..."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to her...I promise you...as long as I'm breathing she'll be safe"

"If anything happens to me...she's yours you know...legally and everything..It's your name one the birth certificate and she has your last name too"

"why'd you do it? Why did you leave?"

"I was scared...I guess" She sat down on a bar stool across the bar from him taking another sip of whiskey.

"Yeah but...I didn't know we were having problems...the day you left I thought we were still in love"

"We were...but I was pregnant and I was afraid"

"You didn't even give me a chance...How do you know what I'd do if you didn't even tell me?"

"Because..I know you better then anyone in the entire world. I understand you and your gun fetish. I know that you're thinking before you even do. You didn't want kids and you were a killing machine...I knew what you'd think" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Does Gracie even know she's mine?"

"Sort of" She slid off the stool and he grabbed her glass downing the remaining contents.

"SORT OF?"

"I told her we were going to meet her father...I didn't tell her it was you because I didn't know how you would react...I will tell her in the morning"

"No...don't I want to tell her...when I think I'm ready" She shook her head.

"You think I was ready when I had her? You can't plan everything Burt...life doesn't work that way" She turned and went back the hall to the bedroom Gracie was in.

Burt was sitting at the kitchen table drinking his morning coffee when her heard soft little hesitant footsteps coming out the hall. He looked and saw Gracie. She was wearing a striped blue shirt and overalls with little cowgirl boots. Her hair was a wreck.

"Hey sweetie what are you doing up?" he turned to her and she shrugged.

"I'm kind of hungry" He didn't know how to really cook.

"Oh...is your mommy up?" She shook her head.

"No, She's real tired" He stood and went over to her.

"Ok...come with me" She reached for him and he stared at her for a few seconds before hesitantly lifting her into his arms. Her tiny legs locked around his waist. She was skinny as a reed like her mother.

He sat her down on the kitchen counter then went to the fridge trying to find anything he could feed her. He came up with a hot fudge sunday with tons of nuts and cherries. Heather loved ice cream.

"Mommy would never let me have ice cream for breakfast" Gracie smiled before digging in.

"Well, I knew your mom...a long time ago and she loved ice cream anytime"

"Did you know my daddy?" Those piercing blue eyes scared him more then anything else in his life.

"Sort of. Does your mom talk about him?" She shrugged.

"Not much. She told me that I was going to meet him but I'm afraid too" She stared at her bowl.

"Why's that?"

"What if he doesn't want me?" She looked ready to cry and he shook his head.

"He will. I promise...he is going to love you the minute he sees you"

"Mommy too?" He froze.

"Yeah...he loves your mommy too"

"I just want a normal family"

"Well...Gracie...I promise you that no matter what happens your daddy...who is a very lucky man will always be there for you and your mommy...he loves you both more than anything"

She smiled at him and dug back into her ice cream again. He turned and decided he needed ice cream too. They were both still eating when Heather woke up.

"what in the world...Ice cream...Burt you can't give her that for breakfast" She moved into the kitchen shaking her head.

"Oh come on...you would have ate Ice cream every meal if you could" He told her.

"Burt knew my daddy" Gracie piped in and Heather forgot about the ice cream.

"KNEW your daddy?" she looked at him and he shrugged.

"Yeah...he said Daddy is going to love me" Heather smiled at her and stroked her haid back.

"I'm sure he does sweetheart"

"He said Daddy loves you too" Gracie smiled back not wanting her mother to feel left out.

He dropped his spoon into his bowl and it clanged loudly Heather stared at Gracie.

"Maybe...We can be a family" Gracie beamed.

"Oh...honey...I...just don't want you to get your hopes up"Heather told her and she looked distraught.

"Why? There's not reason she shouldn't...I mean...you never know maybe her daddy will have a change of heart and decide he'd like a couple kids" Burt defended Gracie and Heather looked at him he shrugged and went back to his ice cream. Gracie smiled before digging in too.